Wait…Samus was a bounty hunter?!?
Wait…Samus was a bounty hunter?!?
This is many women I know and have known.
I wanna be a Skate Warlock.
John Carpenter’s “The Carpenters” (1985) Idea thanks to @attackalope
this always bugged the hell out of me in mass effect. i finally made a graphic as PROOF
Deadly Friend (1986)
Happens everytime I fall asleep with the netbook in bed.
Not sure where else to post this, as I don’t have a decent blog. Woke up terrified, and made Amie wake up and promise to tell me stuff if I really wanted to know. Wish I had the writing chops to flesh this out into a full story. Also, I wrote this in a Google Doc on my phone as soon as I woke up, so there are bits that make absolutely no sense. Here goes:
Had the most bizarre paranoid dream. I was in some sort of accident, I don’t remember what. I woke up in a hospital, one I didn’t recognize. Amie was there. I was being discharged, I felt fine, but weak. I also knew stuff was happening without my consent or knowledge. Like I was being medicated and almost conditioned for something, but I didn’t know what. The doctors showed me a bunch of weird, seemingly unrelated pictures. Like some sort of psych evaluation where they wanted to see my reaction. I was never told what the pictures were, or why I was being showed them.
There were these vegetables. Radishes or onions, something like that. And they were different colors. And they all looked uniformly the same, like the were made to look like something else. And I had to eat them. I didn’t know why, I didn’t want them, especially since I knew they were part of it. But I felt hungry, and compelled to eat them.
Amie was having a lot of conversations with doctors, just out of earshot. I knew this was some very heavy experimental conspiracy shit that was happening, but I was not allowed to know what. The most fucked up thing was that Amie would not tell me what was happening. She wouldn’t deny it, wouldn’t tell me I’m crazy or anything. Any time I asked her about it she would clam up. Either tell me not to worry about it, or just change the subject. And I asked her about it, constantly. I begged and pleaded, yelled and demanded. She would always remain cold and silent about it.
As we left the hospital and went on about life, weird shit keeped happening. The vegetables would always show up somewhere. Amie at one point showed me a magazine article about the experiment. It had the weird pictures, referenced a bunch of other things on the Internet, told a bit about where the experiment came from, but didn’t have any real information. I kept reading it, hoping it was there, a reason or something. Real information always seemed just barely out of reach. And the paranoia never stopped. I knew I was still being treated, conditioned, though I never was actually given any drugs that I knew about.
Whenever I was near other people and not around Amie (something as rare as it actually is now) I would beg those people to help me, and find out something about what we happening. They reacted the way people do, sort of caring but not really. They would always find the magazine article, or one of the things referenced on the Internet, but again no actual info.
At one point, shit got even stranger. I don’t remember if this was something I witnessed, I think it was a video on the Internet. There was a parking lot, and a huge puddle, like one if those old forgotten corners on a huge parking lot that people never park in, and so it never gets repaired. There were a handful of people hanging out near this puddle, just chilling out and talking. Not *around* the puddle, just sort of incidentally by it. The puddle seemed no more than a couple inches deep as any point. After a minute or so, someone walks out of the puddle. They were completely submerged, and walked out, like a surfer walking out of the ocean. The walk over to this container, like a small bucket, and drink from it. Then they turned and nodded to one of the people standing around, a friendly “‘sup” kinda nod, like they knew each other. The person nodded back the same way. Then the guy turned and walked back into the puddle, again completely submerged, and didn’t come back up. This was supposed to have something I do with the experiment, though it was never clear how it was related, other than that it was fucked up.
This is when I woke up.
he bold as hell
he is having none of your snake shit today
dude what the fuck?
sit yo ass down cobbie. aint no one got time for that
Fam, he spanked the cobra like he had a kool aid spoon and shoe.
“BITCH, DIDNT I SAY STOP IT?!”
That snake ran away sulking. Oh my fucking god.
Where the fuck do you get the balls to slap a cobra like that? CostCO maybe?
EVERY Target shopper NEEDS to know this:
If the price ends in 8, it will be marked down again.
If it ends in a 4, it’s the lowest it will be.
Target’s mark down schedule:
MONDAY: Kids’ Clothing, Stationery (office supplies, gift wrap), Electronics.
TUESDAY: Women’s Clothing and Domestics.
WEDNESDAY: Men’s Clothing, Toys, Health and Beauty.
THURSDAY: Lingerie, Shoes, Housewares.
Oh god this is useful
FUCKING LIFE HACK
YESSSS. Swimsuits here i come.
Interesting if true….